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Dedicated to my Watchers
As some of you know I issued a challenge for myself in my newest journal. With many fun and imaginative suggestions from some of my deviously devious friends...
Here are the pieces that were inspired by you.
Perfect little circle
Through which life feeds
Umbilical link to perfection
Forming fetal in the womb
Heavy metal dangles
Causing infection to the core
That rotten center
From which love once bloomed
When Gay Unicorns Die
two unicorns battle
epic in hues of gay and gayer
slashed through the jugular
blood arcs out in crimson rainbows
alas the gayest unicorn dies
guts like pink fluff spread far
Death To The Beast- Death To The Beast -
There was a silence in the mûmakil pen that even the heavy shuffling of giant, soft-soled feet did not break. The animals were quiet, at peace with their own destiny, so very unlike those who would have the honor to ride their large backs into battle on the morrow. Kârna watched the imposing shapes from the opening in his tent and closed his eyes, inviting some of that calm into his own body.
All round him, the night flared up with scarlets and yellows, the brightly colored tents of the camp filtering the flames of the bonfires as his comrades-in-arms celebrated their upcoming deaths and following ascensions
The Memory Of Trees- The Memory Of Trees -
Aklash crawled away from the battlefield, clawing at the earth, hurting it - hurting it as much as he hurt, a primitive, vindictive revenge against the pain that rippled from the jagged wound in his abdomen. He dragged the weight of his body, arms aching, the edges of the cut chafing against half-buried rocks, and his dark, dark blood seeping into the earth.
The cries of his brethren were dying behind him; it was good, for they served to cover his own escape. Soon they were nothing but a weak, distant wail amidst the shuffling of the vegetation. Aklash knew the name of the tall, frail and useless stems that he was cr
Unseen, Unheard, Not Forgotten- Unseen, unheard, not forgotten -
One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
(Emily Dickinson in Time and Eternity)
Have a holly jolly Yuletide
It's the best time of the year
I don't know if there'll be snow
But have a cup of cheer
An icy gust of wind stole the last words from his lips, carrying them along the street. The verse hung unachieved in the air, distraught and disappointing, and Benn felt his heart sink. Even the elements seemed to be against him on this evening. Pausing to pull his shabby cloak tighter against his body and wincing as t
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